Joyce's Ulysses Concordance

11. Sirens

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[12115]

[12116]Bronze by gold heard the hoofirons, steelyringing.

[12117]

[12118]Imperthnthn thnthnthn.

[12119]

[12120]Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips.

[12121]

[12122]Horrid! And gold flushed more.

[12123]

[12124]A husky fifenote blew.

[12125]

[12126]Blew. Blue bloom is on the.

[12127]

[12128]Goldpinnacled hair.

[12129]

[12130]A jumping rose on satiny breast of satin, rose of Castile.

[12131]

[12132]Trilling, trilling: Idolores.

[12133]

[12134]Peep! Who’s in the... peepofgold?

[12135]

[12136]Tink cried to bronze in pity.

[12137]

[12138]And a call, pure, long and throbbing. Longindying call.

[12139]

[12140]Decoy. Soft word. But look: the bright stars fade. Notes chirruping

[12141]answer.

[12142]

[12143]O rose! Castile. The morn is breaking.

[12144]

[12145]Jingle jingle jaunted jingling.

[12146]

[12147]Coin rang. Clock clacked.

[12148]

[12149]Avowal. Sonnez. I could. Rebound of garter. Not leave thee. Smack. La

[12150]cloche! Thigh smack. Avowal. Warm. Sweetheart, goodbye!

[12151]

[12152]Jingle. Bloo.

[12153]

[12154]Boomed crashing chords. When love absorbs. War! War! The tympanum.

[12155]

[12156]A sail! A veil awave upon the waves.

[12157]

[12158]Lost. Throstle fluted. All is lost now.

[12159]

[12160]Horn. Hawhorn.

[12161]

[12162]When first he saw. Alas!

[12163]

[12164]Full tup. Full throb.

[12165]

[12166]Warbling. Ah, lure! Alluring.

[12167]

[12168]Martha! Come!

[12169]

[12170]Clapclap. Clipclap. Clappyclap.

[12171]

[12172]Goodgod henev erheard inall.

[12173]

[12174]Deaf bald Pat brought pad knife took up.

[12175]

[12176]A moonlit nightcall: far, far.

[12177]

[12178]I feel so sad. P. S. So lonely blooming.

[12179]

[12180]Listen!

[12181]

[12182]The spiked and winding cold seahorn. Have you the? Each, and for other,

[12183]plash and silent roar.

[12184]

[12185]Pearls: when she. Liszt’s rhapsodies. Hissss.

[12186]

[12187]You don’t?

[12188]

[12189]Did not: no, no: believe: Lidlyd. With a cock with a carra.

[12190]

[12191]Black. Deepsounding. Do, Ben, do.

[12192]

[12193]Wait while you wait. Hee hee. Wait while you hee.

[12194]

[12195]But wait!

[12196]

[12197]Low in dark middle earth. Embedded ore.

[12198]

[12199]Naminedamine. Preacher is he:

[12200]

[12201]All gone. All fallen.

[12202]

[12203]Tiny, her tremulous fernfoils of maidenhair.

[12204]

[12205]Amen! He gnashed in fury.

[12206]

[12207]Fro. To, fro. A baton cool protruding.

[12208]

[12209]Bronzelydia by Minagold.

[12210]

[12211]By bronze, by gold, in oceangreen of shadow. Bloom. Old Bloom.

[12212]

[12213]One rapped, one tapped, with a carra, with a cock.

[12214]

[12215]Pray for him! Pray, good people!

[12216]

[12217]His gouty fingers nakkering.

[12218]

[12219]Big Benaben. Big Benben.

[12220]

[12221]Last rose Castile of summer left bloom I feel so sad alone.

[12222]

[12223]Pwee! Little wind piped wee.

[12224]

[12225]True men. Lid Ker Cow De and Doll. Ay, ay. Like you men. Will lift your

[12226]tschink with tschunk.

[12227]

[12228]Fff! Oo!

[12229]

[12230]Where bronze from anear? Where gold from afar? Where hoofs?

[12231]

[12232]Rrrpr. Kraa. Kraandl.

[12233]

[12234]Then not till then. My eppripfftaph. Be pfrwritt.

[12235]

[12236]Done.

[12237]

[12238]Begin!

[12239]

[12240]

[12241]Bronze by gold, miss Douce’s head by miss Kennedy’s head, over the

[12242]crossblind of the Ormond bar heard the viceregal hoofs go by, ringing

[12243]steel.

[12244]

[12245]—Is that her? asked miss Kennedy.

[12246]

[12247]Miss Douce said yes, sitting with his ex, pearl grey and eau de Nil.

[12248]

[12249]—Exquisite contrast, miss Kennedy said.

[12250]

[12251]When all agog miss Douce said eagerly:

[12252]

[12253]—Look at the fellow in the tall silk.

[12254]

[12255]—Who? Where? gold asked more eagerly.

[12256]

[12257]—In the second carriage, miss Douce’s wet lips said, laughing in the

[12258]sun.

[12259]

[12260]He’s looking. Mind till I see.

[12261]

[12262]She darted, bronze, to the backmost corner, flattening her face against

[12263]the pane in a halo of hurried breath.

[12264]

[12265]Her wet lips tittered:

[12266]

[12267]—He’s killed looking back.

[12268]

[12269]She laughed:

[12270]

[12271]—O wept! Aren’t men frightful idiots?

[12272]

[12273]With sadness.

[12274]

[12275]Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light, twining a loose hair

[12276]behind an ear. Sauntering sadly, gold no more, she twisted twined a

[12277]hair. Sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind a curving ear.

[12278]

[12279]—It’s them has the fine times, sadly then she said.

[12280]

[12281]A man.

[12282]

[12283]Bloowho went by by Moulang’s pipes bearing in his breast the sweets

[12284]of sin, by Wine’s antiques, in memory bearing sweet sinful words, by

[12285]Carroll’s dusky battered plate, for Raoul.

[12286]

[12287]The boots to them, them in the bar, them barmaids came. For them

[12288]unheeding him he banged on the counter his tray of chattering china. And

[12289]

[12290]—There’s your teas, he said.

[12291]

[12292]Miss Kennedy with manners transposed the teatray down to an upturned

[12293]lithia crate, safe from eyes, low.

[12294]

[12295]—What is it? loud boots unmannerly asked.

[12296]

[12297]—Find out, miss Douce retorted, leaving her spyingpoint.

[12298]

[12299]—Your beau, is it?

[12300]

[12301]A haughty bronze replied:

[12302]

[12303]—I’ll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I hear any more of your

[12304]impertinent insolence.

[12305]

[12306]—Imperthnthn thnthnthn, bootssnout sniffed rudely, as he retreated as

[12307]she threatened as he had come.

[12308]

[12309]Bloom.

[12310]

[12311]On her flower frowning miss Douce said:

[12312]

[12313]—Most aggravating that young brat is. If he doesn’t conduct himself

[12314]I’ll wring his ear for him a yard long.

[12315]

[12316]Ladylike in exquisite contrast.

[12317]

[12318]—Take no notice, miss Kennedy rejoined.

[12319]

[12320]She poured in a teacup tea, then back in the teapot tea. They cowered

[12321]under their reef of counter, waiting on footstools, crates upturned,

[12322]waiting for their teas to draw. They pawed their blouses, both of black

[12323]satin, two and nine a yard, waiting for their teas to draw, and two and

[12324]seven.

[12325]

[12326]Yes, bronze from anear, by gold from afar, heard steel from anear, hoofs

[12327]ring from afar, and heard steelhoofs ringhoof ringsteel.

[12328]

[12329]—Am I awfully sunburnt?

[12330]

[12331]Miss bronze unbloused her neck.

[12332]

[12333]—No, said miss Kennedy. It gets brown after. Did you try the borax

[12334]with the cherry laurel water?

[12335]

[12336]Miss Douce halfstood to see her skin askance in the barmirror

[12337]gildedlettered where hock and claret glasses shimmered and in their

[12338]midst a shell.

[12339]

[12340]—And leave it to my hands, she said.

[12341]

[12342]—Try it with the glycerine, miss Kennedy advised.

[12343]

[12344]Bidding her neck and hands adieu miss Douce

[12345]

[12346]—Those things only bring out a rash, replied, reseated. I asked that

[12347]old fogey in Boyd’s for something for my skin.

[12348]

[12349]Miss Kennedy, pouring now a fulldrawn tea, grimaced and prayed:

[12350]

[12351]—O, don’t remind me of him for mercy’ sake!

[12352]

[12353]—But wait till I tell you, miss Douce entreated.

[12354]

[12355]Sweet tea miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two ears

[12356]with little fingers.

[12357]

[12358]—No, don’t, she cried.

[12359]

[12360]—I won’t listen, she cried.

[12361]

[12362]But Bloom?

[12363]

[12364]Miss Douce grunted in snuffy fogey’s tone:

[12365]

[12366]—For your what? says he.

[12367]

[12368]Miss Kennedy unplugged her ears to hear, to speak: but said, but prayed

[12369]again:

[12370]

[12371]—Don’t let me think of him or I’ll expire. The hideous old wretch!

[12372]That night in the Antient Concert Rooms.

[12373]

[12374]She sipped distastefully her brew, hot tea, a sip, sipped, sweet tea.

[12375]

[12376]—Here he was, miss Douce said, cocking her bronze head three quarters,

[12377]ruffling her nosewings. Hufa! Hufa!

[12378]

[12379]Shrill shriek of laughter sprang from miss Kennedy’s throat. Miss

[12380]Douce huffed and snorted down her nostrils that quivered imperthnthn

[12381]like a snout in quest.

[12382]

[12383]—O! shrieking, miss Kennedy cried. Will you ever forget his goggle

[12384]eye?

[12385]

[12386]Miss Douce chimed in in deep bronze laughter, shouting:

[12387]

[12388]—And your other eye!

[12389]

[12390]Bloowhose dark eye read Aaron Figatner’s name. Why do I always think

[12391]Figather? Gathering figs, I think. And Prosper Loré’s huguenot name.

[12392]By Bassi’s blessed virgins Bloom’s dark eyes went by. Bluerobed,

[12393]white under, come to me. God they believe she is: or goddess. Those

[12394]today. I could not see. That fellow spoke. A student. After with

[12395]Dedalus’ son. He might be Mulligan. All comely virgins. That brings

[12396]those rakes of fellows in: her white.

[12397]

[12398]By went his eyes. The sweets of sin. Sweet are the sweets.

[12399]

[12400]Of sin.

[12401]

[12402]In a giggling peal young goldbronze voices blended, Douce with Kennedy

[12403]your other eye. They threw young heads back, bronze gigglegold, to let

[12404]freefly their laughter, screaming, your other, signals to each other,

[12405]high piercing notes.

[12406]

[12407]Ah, panting, sighing, sighing, ah, fordone, their mirth died down.

[12408]

[12409]Miss Kennedy lipped her cup again, raised, drank a sip and

[12410]gigglegiggled. Miss Douce, bending over the teatray, ruffled again her

[12411]nose and rolled droll fattened eyes. Again Kennygiggles, stooping,

[12412]her fair pinnacles of hair, stooping, her tortoise napecomb showed,

[12413]spluttered out of her mouth her tea, choking in tea and laughter,

[12414]coughing with choking, crying:

[12415]

[12416]—O greasy eyes! Imagine being married to a man like that! she cried.

[12417]With his bit of beard!

[12418]

[12419]Douce gave full vent to a splendid yell, a full yell of full woman,

[12420]delight, joy, indignation.

[12421]

[12422]—Married to the greasy nose! she yelled.

[12423]

[12424]Shrill, with deep laughter, after, gold after bronze, they urged each

[12425]each to peal after peal, ringing in changes, bronzegold, goldbronze,

[12426]shrilldeep, to laughter after laughter. And then laughed more. Greasy I

[12427]knows. Exhausted, breathless, their shaken heads they laid, braided and

[12428]pinnacled by glossycombed, against the counterledge. All flushed (O!),

[12429]panting, sweating (O!), all breathless.

[12430]

[12431]Married to Bloom, to greaseabloom.

[12432]

[12433]—O saints above! miss Douce said, sighed above her jumping rose. I

[12434]wished I hadn’t laughed so much. I feel all wet.

[12435]

[12436]—O, miss Douce! miss Kennedy protested. You horrid thing!

[12437]

[12438]And flushed yet more (you horrid!), more goldenly.

[12439]

[12440]By Cantwell’s offices roved Greaseabloom, by Ceppi’s virgins, bright

[12441]of their oils. Nannetti’s father hawked those things about, wheedling

[12442]at doors as I. Religion pays. Must see him for that par. Eat first. I

[12443]want. Not yet. At four, she said. Time ever passing. Clockhands turning.

[12444]On. Where eat? The Clarence, Dolphin. On. For Raoul. Eat. If I net five

[12445]guineas with those ads. The violet silk petticoats. Not yet. The sweets

[12446]of sin.

[12447]

[12448]Flushed less, still less, goldenly paled.

[12449]

[12450]Into their bar strolled Mr Dedalus. Chips, picking chips off one of his

[12451]rocky thumbnails. Chips. He strolled.

[12452]

[12453]—O, welcome back, miss Douce.

[12454]

[12455]He held her hand. Enjoyed her holidays?

[12456]

[12457]—Tiptop.

[12458]

[12459]He hoped she had nice weather in Rostrevor.

[12460]

[12461]—Gorgeous, she said. Look at the holy show I am. Lying out on the

[12462]strand all day.

[12463]

[12464]Bronze whiteness.

[12465]

[12466]—That was exceedingly naughty of you, Mr Dedalus told her and pressed

[12467]her hand indulgently. Tempting poor simple males.

[12468]

[12469]Miss Douce of satin douced her arm away.

[12470]

[12471]—O go away! she said. You’re very simple, I don’t think.

[12472]

[12473]He was.

[12474]

[12475]—Well now I am, he mused. I looked so simple in the cradle they

[12476]christened me simple Simon.

[12477]

[12478]—You must have been a doaty, miss Douce made answer. And what did the

[12479]doctor order today?

[12480]

[12481]—Well now, he mused, whatever you say yourself. I think I’ll trouble

[12482]you for some fresh water and a half glass of whisky.

[12483]

[12484]Jingle.

[12485]

[12486]—With the greatest alacrity, miss Douce agreed.

[12487]

[12488]With grace of alacrity towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and Cochrane’s

[12489]she turned herself. With grace she tapped a measure of gold whisky from

[12490]her crystal keg. Forth from the skirt of his coat Mr Dedalus brought

[12491]pouch and pipe. Alacrity she served. He blew through the flue two husky

[12492]fifenotes.

[12493]

[12494]—By Jove, he mused, I often wanted to see the Mourne mountains. Must

[12495]be a great tonic in the air down there. But a long threatening comes at

[12496]last, they say. Yes. Yes.

[12497]

[12498]Yes. He fingered shreds of hair, her maidenhair, her mermaid’s, into

[12499]the bowl. Chips. Shreds. Musing. Mute.

[12500]

[12501]None nought said nothing. Yes.

[12502]

[12503]Gaily miss Douce polished a tumbler, trilling:

[12504]

[12505]—O, Idolores, queen of the eastern seas!

[12506]

[12507]—Was Mr Lidwell in today?

[12508]

[12509]In came Lenehan. Round him peered Lenehan. Mr Bloom reached Essex

[12510]bridge. Yes, Mr Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex. To Martha I must write.

[12511]Buy paper. Daly’s. Girl there civil. Bloom. Old Bloom. Blue bloom is

[12512]on the rye.

[12513]

[12514]—He was in at lunchtime, miss Douce said.

[12515]

[12516]Lenehan came forward.

[12517]

[12518]—Was Mr Boylan looking for me?

[12519]

[12520]He asked. She answered:

[12521]

[12522]—Miss Kennedy, was Mr Boylan in while I was upstairs?

[12523]

[12524]She asked. Miss voice of Kennedy answered, a second teacup poised, her

[12525]gaze upon a page:

[12526]

[12527]—No. He was not.

[12528]

[12529]Miss gaze of Kennedy, heard, not seen, read on. Lenehan round the

[12530]sandwichbell wound his round body round.

[12531]

[12532]—Peep! Who’s in the corner?

[12533]

[12534]No glance of Kennedy rewarding him he yet made overtures. To mind her

[12535]stops. To read only the black ones: round o and crooked ess.

[12536]

[12537]Jingle jaunty jingle.

[12538]

[12539]Girlgold she read and did not glance. Take no notice. She took no notice

[12540]while he read by rote a solfa fable for her, plappering flatly:

[12541]

[12542]—Ah fox met ah stork. Said thee fox too thee stork: Will you put your

[12543]bill down inn my troath and pull upp ah bone?

[12544]

[12545]He droned in vain. Miss Douce turned to her tea aside.

[12546]

[12547]He sighed aside:

[12548]

[12549]—Ah me! O my!

[12550]

[12551]He greeted Mr Dedalus and got a nod.

[12552]

[12553]—Greetings from the famous son of a famous father.

[12554]

[12555]—Who may he be? Mr Dedalus asked.

[12556]

[12557]Lenehan opened most genial arms. Who?

[12558]

[12559]—Who may he be? he asked. Can you ask? Stephen, the youthful bard.

[12560]

[12561]Dry.

[12562]

[12563]Mr Dedalus, famous father, laid by his dry filled pipe.

[12564]

[12565]—I see, he said. I didn’t recognise him for the moment. I hear he is

[12566]keeping very select company. Have you seen him lately?

[12567]

[12568]He had.

[12569]

[12570]—I quaffed the nectarbowl with him this very day, said Lenehan. In

[12571]Mooney’s en ville and in Mooney’s sur mer. He had received the rhino

[12572]for the labour of his muse.

[12573]

[12574]He smiled at bronze’s teabathed lips, at listening lips and eyes:

[12575]

[12576]—The élite of Erin hung upon his lips. The ponderous pundit, Hugh

[12577]MacHugh, Dublin’s most brilliant scribe and editor and that minstrel

[12578]boy of the wild wet west who is known by the euphonious appellation of

[12579]the O’Madden Burke.

[12580]

[12581]After an interval Mr Dedalus raised his grog and

[12582]

[12583]—That must have been highly diverting, said he. I see.

[12584]

[12585]He see. He drank. With faraway mourning mountain eye. Set down his

[12586]glass.

[12587]

[12588]He looked towards the saloon door.

[12589]

[12590]—I see you have moved the piano.

[12591]

[12592]—The tuner was in today, miss Douce replied, tuning it for the smoking

[12593]concert and I never heard such an exquisite player.

[12594]

[12595]—Is that a fact?

[12596]

[12597]—Didn’t he, miss Kennedy? The real classical, you know. And blind

[12598]too, poor fellow. Not twenty I’m sure he was.

[12599]

[12600]—Is that a fact? Mr Dedalus said.

[12601]

[12602]He drank and strayed away.

[12603]

[12604]—So sad to look at his face, miss Douce condoled.

[12605]

[12606]God’s curse on bitch’s bastard.

[12607]

[12608]Tink to her pity cried a diner’s bell. To the door of the bar and

[12609]diningroom came bald Pat, came bothered Pat, came Pat, waiter of Ormond.

[12610]Lager for diner. Lager without alacrity she served.

[12611]

[12612]With patience Lenehan waited for Boylan with impatience, for

[12613]jinglejaunty blazes boy.

[12614]

[12615]Upholding the lid he (who?) gazed in the coffin (coffin?) at the oblique

[12616]triple (piano!) wires. He pressed (the same who pressed indulgently her

[12617]hand), soft pedalling, a triple of keys to see the thicknesses of felt

[12618]advancing, to hear the muffled hammerfall in action.

[12619]

[12620]Two sheets cream vellum paper one reserve two envelopes when I was in

[12621]Wisdom Hely’s wise Bloom in Daly’s Henry Flower bought. Are you

[12622]not happy in your home? Flower to console me and a pin cuts lo.

[12623]Means something, language of flow. Was it a daisy? Innocence that is.

[12624]Respectable girl meet after mass. Thanks awfully muchly. Wise Bloom eyed

[12625]on the door a poster, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. Smoke

[12626]mermaids, coolest whiff of all. Hair streaming: lovelorn. For some man.

[12627]For Raoul. He eyed and saw afar on Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a

[12628]jaunting car. It is. Again. Third time. Coincidence.

[12629]

[12630]Jingling on supple rubbers it jaunted from the bridge to Ormond quay.

[12631]Follow. Risk it. Go quick. At four. Near now. Out.

[12632]

[12633]—Twopence, sir, the shopgirl dared to say.

[12634]

[12635]—Aha... I was forgetting... Excuse...

[12636]

[12637]—And four.

[12638]

[12639]At four she. Winsomely she on Bloohimwhom smiled. Bloo smi qui go.

[12640]Ternoon. Think you’re the only pebble on the beach? Does that to all.

[12641]

[12642]For men.

[12643]

[12644]In drowsy silence gold bent on her page.

[12645]

[12646]From the saloon a call came, long in dying. That was a tuningfork the

[12647]tuner had that he forgot that he now struck. A call again. That he now

[12648]poised that it now throbbed. You hear? It throbbed, pure, purer, softly

[12649]and softlier, its buzzing prongs. Longer in dying call.

[12650]

[12651]Pat paid for diner’s popcorked bottle: and over tumbler, tray and

[12652]popcorked bottle ere he went he whispered, bald and bothered, with miss

[12653]Douce.

[12654]

[12655]—The bright stars fade...

[12656]

[12657]A voiceless song sang from within, singing:

[12658]

[12659]—... the morn is breaking.

[12660]

[12661]A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive

[12662]hands. Brightly the keys, all twinkling, linked, all harpsichording,

[12663]called to a voice to sing the strain of dewy morn, of youth, of love’s

[12664]leavetaking, life’s, love’s morn.

[12665]

[12666]—The dewdrops pearl...

[12667]

[12668]Lenehan’s lips over the counter lisped a low whistle of decoy.

[12669]

[12670]—But look this way, he said, rose of Castile.

[12671]

[12672]Jingle jaunted by the curb and stopped.

[12673]

[12674]She rose and closed her reading, rose of Castile: fretted, forlorn,

[12675]dreamily rose.

[12676]

[12677]—Did she fall or was she pushed? he asked her.

[12678]

[12679]She answered, slighting:

[12680]

[12681]—Ask no questions and you’ll hear no lies.

[12682]

[12683]Like lady, ladylike.

[12684]

[12685]Blazes Boylan’s smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor where he

[12686]strode. Yes, gold from anear by bronze from afar. Lenehan heard and knew

[12687]and hailed him:

[12688]

[12689]—See the conquering hero comes.

[12690]

[12691]Between the car and window, warily walking, went Bloom, unconquered

[12692]hero. See me he might. The seat he sat on: warm. Black wary hecat walked

[12693]towards Richie Goulding’s legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting.

[12694]

[12695]—And I from thee...

[12696]

[12697]—I heard you were round, said Blazes Boylan.

[12698]

[12699]He touched to fair miss Kennedy a rim of his slanted straw. She smiled

[12700]on him. But sister bronze outsmiled her, preening for him her richer

[12701]hair, a bosom and a rose.

[12702]

[12703]Smart Boylan bespoke potions.

[12704]

[12705]—What’s your cry? Glass of bitter? Glass of bitter, please, and a

[12706]sloegin for me. Wire in yet?

[12707]

[12708]Not yet. At four she. Who said four?

[12709]

[12710]Cowley’s red lugs and bulging apple in the door of the sheriff’s

[12711]office.

[12712]

[12713]Avoid. Goulding a chance. What is he doing in the Ormond? Car waiting.

[12714]Wait.

[12715]

[12716]Hello. Where off to? Something to eat? I too was just. In here. What,

[12717]Ormond? Best value in Dublin. Is that so? Diningroom. Sit tight there.

[12718]See, not be seen. I think I’ll join you. Come on. Richie led on. Bloom

[12719]followed bag. Dinner fit for a prince.

[12720]

[12721]Miss Douce reached high to take a flagon, stretching her satin arm, her

[12722]bust, that all but burst, so high.

[12723]

[12724]—O! O! jerked Lenehan, gasping at each stretch. O!

[12725]

[12726]But easily she seized her prey and led it low in triumph.

[12727]

[12728]—Why don’t you grow? asked Blazes Boylan.

[12729]

[12730]Shebronze, dealing from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his

[12731]lips, looked as it flowed (flower in his coat: who gave him?), and

[12732]syrupped with her voice:

[12733]

[12734]—Fine goods in small parcels.

[12735]

[12736]That is to say she. Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe.

[12737]

[12738]—Here’s fortune, Blazes said.

[12739]

[12740]He pitched a broad coin down. Coin rang.

[12741]

[12742]—Hold on, said Lenehan, till I...

[12743]

[12744]—Fortune, he wished, lifting his bubbled ale.

[12745]

[12746]—Sceptre will win in a canter, he said.

[12747]

[12748]—I plunged a bit, said Boylan winking and drinking. Not on my own, you

[12749]know. Fancy of a friend of mine.

[12750]

[12751]Lenehan still drank and grinned at his tilted ale and at miss Douce’s

[12752]lips that all but hummed, not shut, the oceansong her lips had trilled.

[12753]Idolores. The eastern seas.

[12754]

[12755]Clock whirred. Miss Kennedy passed their way (flower, wonder who gave),

[12756]bearing away teatray. Clock clacked.

[12757]

[12758]Miss Douce took Boylan’s coin, struck boldly the cashregister. It

[12759]clanged. Clock clacked. Fair one of Egypt teased and sorted in the till

[12760]and hummed and handed coins in change. Look to the west. A clack. For

[12761]me.

[12762]

[12763]—What time is that? asked Blazes Boylan. Four?

[12764]

[12765]O’clock.

[12766]

[12767]Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her humming, bust ahumming, tugged Blazes

[12768]Boylan’s elbowsleeve.

[12769]

[12770]—Let’s hear the time, he said.

[12771]

[12772]The bag of Goulding, Collis, Ward led Bloom by ryebloom flowered tables.

[12773]Aimless he chose with agitated aim, bald Pat attending, a table near

[12774]the door. Be near. At four. Has he forgotten? Perhaps a trick. Not come:

[12775]whet appetite. I couldn’t do. Wait, wait. Pat, waiter, waited.

[12776]

[12777]Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure’s skyblue bow and eyes.

[12778]

[12779]—Go on, pressed Lenehan. There’s no-one. He never heard.

[12780]

[12781]—... to Flora’s lips did hie.

[12782]

[12783]High, a high note pealed in the treble clear.

[12784]

[12785]Bronzedouce communing with her rose that sank and rose sought Blazes

[12786]Boylan’s flower and eyes.

[12787]

[12788]—Please, please.

[12789]

[12790]He pleaded over returning phrases of avowal.

[12791]

[12792]—I could not leave thee...

[12793]

[12794]—Afterwits, miss Douce promised coyly.

[12795]

[12796]—No, now, urged Lenehan. Sonnez la cloche! O do! There’s no-one.

[12797]

[12798]She looked. Quick. Miss Kenn out of earshot. Sudden bent. Two kindling

[12799]faces watched her bend.

[12800]

[12801]Quavering the chords strayed from the air, found it again, lost chord,

[12802]and lost and found it, faltering.

[12803]

[12804]—Go on! Do! Sonnez!

[12805]

[12806]Bending, she nipped a peak of skirt above her knee. Delayed. Taunted

[12807]them still, bending, suspending, with wilful eyes.

[12808]

[12809]—Sonnez!

[12810]

[12811]Smack. She set free sudden in rebound her nipped elastic garter

[12812]smackwarm against her smackable a woman’s warmhosed thigh.

[12813]

[12814]—La cloche! cried gleeful Lenehan. Trained by owner. No sawdust there.

[12815]

[12816]She smilesmirked supercilious (wept! aren’t men?), but, lightward

[12817]gliding, mild she smiled on Boylan.

[12818]

[12819]—You’re the essence of vulgarity, she in gliding said.

[12820]

[12821]Boylan, eyed, eyed. Tossed to fat lips his chalice, drank off his

[12822]chalice tiny, sucking the last fat violet syrupy drops. His spellbound

[12823]eyes went after, after her gliding head as it went down the bar by

[12824]mirrors, gilded arch for ginger ale, hock and claret glasses shimmering,

[12825]a spiky shell, where it concerted, mirrored, bronze with sunnier bronze.

[12826]

[12827]Yes, bronze from anearby.

[12828]

[12829]—... Sweetheart, goodbye!

[12830]

[12831]—I’m off, said Boylan with impatience.

[12832]

[12833]He slid his chalice brisk away, grasped his change.

[12834]

[12835]—Wait a shake, begged Lenehan, drinking quickly. I wanted to tell you.

[12836]Tom Rochford...

[12837]

[12838]—Come on to blazes, said Blazes Boylan, going.

[12839]

[12840]Lenehan gulped to go.

[12841]

[12842]—Got the horn or what? he said. Wait. I’m coming.

[12843]

[12844]He followed the hasty creaking shoes but stood by nimbly by the

[12845]threshold, saluting forms, a bulky with a slender.

[12846]

[12847]—How do you do, Mr Dollard?

[12848]

[12849]—Eh? How do? How do? Ben Dollard’s vague bass answered, turning an

[12850]instant from Father Cowley’s woe. He won’t give you any trouble,

[12851]Bob. Alf Bergan will speak to the long fellow. We’ll put a barleystraw

[12852]in that Judas Iscariot’s ear this time.

[12853]

[12854]Sighing Mr Dedalus came through the saloon, a finger soothing an eyelid.

[12855]

[12856]—Hoho, we will, Ben Dollard yodled jollily. Come on, Simon. Give us a

[12857]ditty. We heard the piano.

[12858]

[12859]Bald Pat, bothered waiter, waited for drink orders. Power for Richie.

[12860]And Bloom? Let me see. Not make him walk twice. His corns. Four now. How

[12861]warm this black is. Course nerves a bit. Refracts (is it?) heat. Let me

[12862]see. Cider. Yes, bottle of cider.

[12863]

[12864]—What’s that? Mr Dedalus said. I was only vamping, man.

[12865]

[12866]—Come on, come on, Ben Dollard called. Begone dull care. Come, Bob.

[12867]

[12868]He ambled Dollard, bulky slops, before them (hold that fellow with the:

[12869]hold him now) into the saloon. He plumped him Dollard on the stool. His

[12870]gouty paws plumped chords. Plumped, stopped abrupt.

[12871]

[12872]Bald Pat in the doorway met tealess gold returning. Bothered, he wanted

[12873]Power and cider. Bronze by the window, watched, bronze from afar.

[12874]

[12875]Jingle a tinkle jaunted.

[12876]

[12877]Bloom heard a jing, a little sound. He’s off. Light sob of breath

[12878]Bloom sighed on the silent bluehued flowers. Jingling. He’s gone.

[12879]Jingle. Hear.

[12880]

[12881]—Love and War, Ben, Mr Dedalus said. God be with old times.

[12882]

[12883]Miss Douce’s brave eyes, unregarded, turned from the crossblind,

[12884]smitten by sunlight. Gone. Pensive (who knows?), smitten (the smiting

[12885]light), she lowered the dropblind with a sliding cord. She drew down

[12886]pensive (why did he go so quick when I?) about her bronze, over the

[12887]bar where bald stood by sister gold, inexquisite contrast, contrast

[12888]inexquisite nonexquisite, slow cool dim seagreen sliding depth of

[12889]shadow, eau de Nil.

[12890]

[12891]—Poor old Goodwin was the pianist that night, Father Cowley reminded

[12892]them. There was a slight difference of opinion between himself and the

[12893]Collard grand.

[12894]

[12895]There was.

[12896]

[12897]—A symposium all his own, Mr Dedalus said. The devil wouldn’t stop

[12898]him. He was a crotchety old fellow in the primary stage of drink.

[12899]

[12900]—God, do you remember? Ben bulky Dollard said, turning from the

[12901]punished keyboard. And by Japers I had no wedding garment.

[12902]

[12903]They laughed all three. He had no wed. All trio laughed. No wedding

[12904]garment.

[12905]

[12906]—Our friend Bloom turned in handy that night, Mr Dedalus said.

[12907]Where’s my pipe, by the way?

[12908]

[12909]He wandered back to the bar to the lost chord pipe. Bald Pat carried two

[12910]diners’ drinks, Richie and Poldy. And Father Cowley laughed again.

[12911]

[12912]—I saved the situation, Ben, I think.

[12913]

[12914]—You did, averred Ben Dollard. I remember those tight trousers too.

[12915]That was a brilliant idea, Bob.

[12916]

[12917]Father Cowley blushed to his brilliant purply lobes. He saved the situa.

[12918]Tight trou. Brilliant ide.

[12919]

[12920]—I knew he was on the rocks, he said. The wife was playing the piano

[12921]in the coffee palace on Saturdays for a very trifling consideration and

[12922]who was it gave me the wheeze she was doing the other business? Do you

[12923]remember? We had to search all Holles street to find them till the chap

[12924]in Keogh’s gave us the number. Remember?

[12925]

[12926]Ben remembered, his broad visage wondering.

[12927]

[12928]—By God, she had some luxurious operacloaks and things there.

[12929]

[12930]Mr Dedalus wandered back, pipe in hand.

[12931]

[12932]—Merrion square style. Balldresses, by God, and court dresses. He

[12933]wouldn’t take any money either. What? Any God’s quantity of cocked

[12934]hats and boleros and trunkhose. What?

[12935]

[12936]—Ay, ay, Mr Dedalus nodded. Mrs Marion Bloom has left off clothes of

[12937]all descriptions.

[12938]

[12939]Jingle jaunted down the quays. Blazes sprawled on bounding tyres.

[12940]

[12941]Liver and bacon. Steak and kidney pie. Right, sir. Right, Pat.

[12942]

[12943]Mrs Marion. Met him pike hoses. Smell of burn. Of Paul de Kock. Nice

[12944]name he.

[12945]

[12946]—What’s this her name was? A buxom lassy. Marion...

[12947]

[12948]—Tweedy.

[12949]

[12950]—Yes. Is she alive?

[12951]

[12952]—And kicking.

[12953]

[12954]—She was a daughter of...

[12955]

[12956]—Daughter of the regiment.

[12957]

[12958]—Yes, begad. I remember the old drummajor.

[12959]

[12960]Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after

[12961]

[12962]—Irish? I don’t know, faith. Is she, Simon?

[12963]

[12964]Puff after stiff, a puff, strong, savoury, crackling.

[12965]

[12966]—Buccinator muscle is... What?... Bit rusty... O, she is... My Irish

[12967]Molly, O.

[12968]

[12969]He puffed a pungent plumy blast.

[12970]

[12971]—From the rock of Gibraltar... all the way.

[12972]

[12973]They pined in depth of ocean shadow, gold by the beerpull, bronze

[12974]by maraschino, thoughtful all two. Mina Kennedy, 4 Lismore terrace,

[12975]Drumcondra with Idolores, a queen, Dolores, silent.

[12976]

[12977]Pat served, uncovered dishes. Leopold cut liverslices. As said before

[12978]he ate with relish the inner organs, nutty gizzards, fried cods’ roes

[12979]while Richie Goulding, Collis, Ward ate steak and kidney, steak then

[12980]kidney, bite by bite of pie he ate Bloom ate they ate.

[12981]

[12982]Bloom with Goulding, married in silence, ate. Dinners fit for princes.

[12983]

[12984]By Bachelor’s walk jogjaunty jingled Blazes Boylan, bachelor, in sun

[12985]in heat, mare’s glossy rump atrot, with flick of whip, on bounding

[12986]tyres: sprawled, warmseated, Boylan impatience, ardentbold. Horn. Have

[12987]you the? Horn. Have you the? Haw haw horn.

[12988]

[12989]Over their voices Dollard bassooned attack, booming over bombarding

[12990]chords:

[12991]

[12992]—When love absorbs my ardent soul...

[12993]

[12994]Roll of Bensoulbenjamin rolled to the quivery loveshivery roofpanes.

[12995]

[12996]—War! War! cried Father Cowley. You’re the warrior.

[12997]

[12998]—So I am, Ben Warrior laughed. I was thinking of your landlord. Love

[12999]or money.

[13000]

[13001]He stopped. He wagged huge beard, huge face over his blunder huge.

[13002]

[13003]—Sure, you’d burst the tympanum of her ear, man, Mr Dedalus said

[13004]through smoke aroma, with an organ like yours.

[13005]

[13006]In bearded abundant laughter Dollard shook upon the keyboard. He would.

[13007]

[13008]—Not to mention another membrane, Father Cowley added. Half time, Ben.

[13009]Amoroso ma non troppo. Let me there.

[13010]

[13011]Miss Kennedy served two gentlemen with tankards of cool stout. She

[13012]passed a remark. It was indeed, first gentleman said, beautiful weather.

[13013]They drank cool stout. Did she know where the lord lieutenant was going?

[13014]And heard steelhoofs ringhoof ring. No, she couldn’t say. But it would

[13015]be in the paper. O, she need not trouble. No trouble. She waved about

[13016]her outspread Independent, searching, the lord lieutenant, her pinnacles

[13017]of hair slowmoving, lord lieuten. Too much trouble, first gentleman

[13018]said. O, not in the least. Way he looked that. Lord lieutenant. Gold by

[13019]bronze heard iron steel.

[13020]

[13021] —............ my ardent soul

[13022] I care not foror the morrow.

[13023]In liver gravy Bloom mashed mashed potatoes. Love and War someone is.

[13024]Ben Dollard’s famous. Night he ran round to us to borrow a dress suit

[13025]for that concert. Trousers tight as a drum on him. Musical porkers.

[13026]Molly did laugh when he went out. Threw herself back across the bed,

[13027]screaming, kicking. With all his belongings on show. O saints above,

[13028]I’m drenched! O, the women in the front row! O, I never laughed so

[13029]many! Well, of course that’s what gives him the base barreltone. For

[13030]instance eunuchs. Wonder who’s playing. Nice touch. Must be Cowley.

[13031]Musical. Knows whatever note you play. Bad breath he has, poor chap.

[13032]Stopped.

[13033]

[13034]Miss Douce, engaging, Lydia Douce, bowed to suave solicitor, George

[13035]Lidwell, gentleman, entering. Good afternoon. She gave her moist (a

[13036]lady’s) hand to his firm clasp. Afternoon. Yes, she was back. To the

[13037]old dingdong again.

[13038]

[13039]—Your friends are inside, Mr Lidwell.

[13040]

[13041]George Lidwell, suave, solicited, held a lydiahand.

[13042]

[13043]Bloom ate liv as said before. Clean here at least. That chap in the

[13044]Burton, gummy with gristle. No-one here: Goulding and I. Clean tables,

[13045]flowers, mitres of napkins. Pat to and fro. Bald Pat. Nothing to do.

[13046]Best value in Dub.

[13047]

[13048]Piano again. Cowley it is. Way he sits in to it, like one together,

[13049]mutual understanding. Tiresome shapers scraping fiddles, eye on the

[13050]bowend, sawing the cello, remind you of toothache. Her high long snore.

[13051]Night we were in the box. Trombone under blowing like a grampus, between

[13052]the acts, other brass chap unscrewing, emptying spittle. Conductor’s

[13053]legs too, bagstrousers, jiggedy jiggedy. Do right to hide them.

[13054]

[13055]Jiggedy jingle jaunty jaunty.

[13056]

[13057]Only the harp. Lovely. Gold glowering light. Girl touched it. Poop of

[13058]a lovely. Gravy’s rather good fit for a. Golden ship. Erin. The harp

[13059]that once or twice. Cool hands. Ben Howth, the rhododendrons. We are

[13060]their harps. I. He. Old. Young.

[13061]

[13062]—Ah, I couldn’t, man, Mr Dedalus said, shy, listless.

[13063]

[13064]Strongly.

[13065]

[13066]—Go on, blast you! Ben Dollard growled. Get it out in bits.

[13067]

[13068]—M’appari, Simon, Father Cowley said.

[13069]

[13070]Down stage he strode some paces, grave, tall in affliction, his long

[13071]arms outheld. Hoarsely the apple of his throat hoarsed softly. Softly he

[13072]sang to a dusty seascape there: A Last Farewell. A headland, a ship, a

[13073]sail upon the billows. Farewell. A lovely girl, her veil awave upon the

[13074]wind upon the headland, wind around her.

[13075]

[13076]Cowley sang:

[13077]

[13078] —M’appari tutt’amor:

[13079] Il mio sguardo l’incontr...

[13080]She waved, unhearing Cowley, her veil, to one departing, dear one, to

[13081]wind, love, speeding sail, return.

[13082]

[13083]—Go on, Simon.

[13084]

[13085]—Ah, sure, my dancing days are done, Ben... Well...

[13086]

[13087]Mr Dedalus laid his pipe to rest beside the tuningfork and, sitting,

[13088]touched the obedient keys.

[13089]

[13090]—No, Simon, Father Cowley turned. Play it in the original. One flat.

[13091]

[13092]The keys, obedient, rose higher, told, faltered, confessed, confused.

[13093]

[13094]Up stage strode Father Cowley.

[13095]

[13096]—Here, Simon, I’ll accompany you, he said. Get up.

[13097]

[13098]By Graham Lemon’s pineapple rock, by Elvery’s elephant jingly

[13099]jogged.

[13100]

[13101]Steak, kidney, liver, mashed, at meat fit for princes sat princes Bloom

[13102]and Goulding. Princes at meat they raised and drank, Power and cider.

[13103]

[13104]Most beautiful tenor air ever written, Richie said: Sonnambula. He heard

[13105]Joe Maas sing that one night. Ah, what M’Guckin! Yes. In his way.

[13106]Choirboy style. Maas was the boy. Massboy. A lyrical tenor if you like.

[13107]Never forget it. Never.

[13108]

[13109]Tenderly Bloom over liverless bacon saw the tightened features strain.

[13110]Backache he. Bright’s bright eye. Next item on the programme. Paying

[13111]the piper. Pills, pounded bread, worth a guinea a box. Stave it off

[13112]awhile. Sings too: Down among the dead men. Appropriate. Kidney pie.

[13113]Sweets to the. Not making much hand of it. Best value in. Characteristic

[13114]of him. Power. Particular about his drink. Flaw in the glass, fresh

[13115]Vartry water. Fecking matches from counters to save. Then squander a

[13116]sovereign in dribs and drabs. And when he’s wanted not a farthing.

[13117]Screwed refusing to pay his fare. Curious types.

[13118]

[13119]Never would Richie forget that night. As long as he lived: never. In the

[13120]gods of the old Royal with little Peake. And when the first note.

[13121]

[13122]Speech paused on Richie’s lips.

[13123]

[13124]Coming out with a whopper now. Rhapsodies about damn all. Believes his

[13125]own lies. Does really. Wonderful liar. But want a good memory.

[13126]

[13127]—Which air is that? asked Leopold Bloom.

[13128]

[13129]—All is lost now.

[13130]

[13131]Richie cocked his lips apout. A low incipient note sweet banshee

[13132]murmured: all. A thrush. A throstle. His breath, birdsweet, good teeth

[13133]he’s proud of, fluted with plaintive woe. Is lost. Rich sound. Two

[13134]notes in one there. Blackbird I heard in the hawthorn valley. Taking my

[13135]motives he twined and turned them. All most too new call is lost in all.

[13136]Echo. How sweet the answer. How is that done? All lost now. Mournful he

[13137]whistled. Fall, surrender, lost.

[13138]

[13139]Bloom bent leopold ear, turning a fringe of doyley down under the vase.

[13140]Order. Yes, I remember. Lovely air. In sleep she went to him. Innocence

[13141]in the moon. Brave. Don’t know their danger. Still hold her back. Call

[13142]name. Touch water. Jingle jaunty. Too late. She longed to go. That’s

[13143]why. Woman. As easy stop the sea. Yes: all is lost.

[13144]

[13145]—A beautiful air, said Bloom lost Leopold. I know it well.

[13146]

[13147]Never in all his life had Richie Goulding.

[13148]

[13149]He knows it well too. Or he feels. Still harping on his daughter. Wise

[13150]child that knows her father, Dedalus said. Me?

[13151]

[13152]Bloom askance over liverless saw. Face of the all is lost. Rollicking

[13153]Richie once. Jokes old stale now. Wagging his ear. Napkinring in his

[13154]eye. Now begging letters he sends his son with. Crosseyed Walter sir I

[13155]did sir. Wouldn’t trouble only I was expecting some money. Apologise.

[13156]

[13157]Piano again. Sounds better than last time I heard. Tuned probably.

[13158]Stopped again.

[13159]

[13160]Dollard and Cowley still urged the lingering singer out with it.

[13161]

[13162]—With it, Simon.

[13163]

[13164]—It, Simon.

[13165]

[13166]—Ladies and gentlemen, I am most deeply obliged by your kind

[13167]solicitations.

[13168]

[13169]—It, Simon.

[13170]

[13171]—I have no money but if you will lend me your attention I shall

[13172]endeavour to sing to you of a heart bowed down.

[13173]

[13174]By the sandwichbell in screening shadow Lydia, her bronze and rose, a

[13175]lady’s grace, gave and withheld: as in cool glaucous eau de Nil Mina

[13176]to tankards two her pinnacles of gold.

[13177]

[13178]The harping chords of prelude closed. A chord, longdrawn, expectant,

[13179]drew a voice away.

[13180]

[13181]—When first I saw that form endearing...

[13182]

[13183]Richie turned.

[13184]

[13185]—Si Dedalus’ voice, he said.

[13186]

[13187]Braintipped, cheek touched with flame, they listened feeling that flow

[13188]endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine. Bloom signed to

[13189]Pat, bald Pat is a waiter hard of hearing, to set ajar the door of the

[13190]bar. The door of the bar. So. That will do. Pat, waiter, waited, waiting

[13191]to hear, for he was hard of hear by the door.

[13192]

[13193]—Sorrow from me seemed to depart.

[13194]

[13195]Through the hush of air a voice sang to them, low, not rain, not leaves

[13196]in murmur, like no voice of strings or reeds or whatdoyoucallthem

[13197]dulcimers touching their still ears with words, still hearts of their

[13198]each his remembered lives. Good, good to hear: sorrow from them each

[13199]seemed to from both depart when first they heard. When first they saw,

[13200]lost Richie Poldy, mercy of beauty, heard from a person wouldn’t

[13201]expect it in the least, her first merciful lovesoft oftloved word.

[13202]

[13203]Love that is singing: love’s old sweet song. Bloom unwound slowly the

[13204]elastic band of his packet. Love’s old sweet sonnez la gold. Bloom

[13205]wound a skein round four forkfingers, stretched it, relaxed, and wound

[13206]it round his troubled double, fourfold, in octave, gyved them fast.

[13207]

[13208]—Full of hope and all delighted...

[13209]

[13210]Tenors get women by the score. Increase their flow. Throw flower at his

[13211]feet. When will we meet? My head it simply. Jingle all delighted. He

[13212]can’t sing for tall hats. Your head it simply swurls. Perfumed for

[13213]him. What perfume does your wife? I want to know. Jing. Stop. Knock.

[13214]Last look at mirror always before she answers the door. The hall.

[13215]There? How do you? I do well. There? What? Or? Phial of cachous, kissing

[13216]comfits, in her satchel. Yes? Hands felt for the opulent.

[13217]

[13218]Alas the voice rose, sighing, changed: loud, full, shining, proud.

[13219]

[13220]—But alas, ’twas idle dreaming...

[13221]

[13222]Glorious tone he has still. Cork air softer also their brogue. Silly

[13223]man! Could have made oceans of money. Singing wrong words. Wore out

[13224]his wife: now sings. But hard to tell. Only the two themselves. If he

[13225]doesn’t break down. Keep a trot for the avenue. His hands and feet

[13226]sing too. Drink. Nerves overstrung. Must be abstemious to sing. Jenny

[13227]Lind soup: stock, sage, raw eggs, half pint of cream. For creamy dreamy.

[13228]

[13229]Tenderness it welled: slow, swelling, full it throbbed. That’s the

[13230]chat. Ha, give! Take! Throb, a throb, a pulsing proud erect.

[13231]

[13232]Words? Music? No: it’s what’s behind.

[13233]

[13234]Bloom looped, unlooped, noded, disnoded.

[13235]

[13236]Bloom. Flood of warm jamjam lickitup secretness flowed to flow in music

[13237]out, in desire, dark to lick flow invading. Tipping her tepping her

[13238]tapping her topping her. Tup. Pores to dilate dilating. Tup. The joy the

[13239]feel the warm the. Tup. To pour o’er sluices pouring gushes. Flood,

[13240]gush, flow, joygush, tupthrob. Now! Language of love.

[13241]

[13242]—... ray of hope is...

[13243]

[13244]Beaming. Lydia for Lidwell squeak scarcely hear so ladylike the muse

[13245]unsqueaked a ray of hopk.

[13246]

[13247]Martha it is. Coincidence. Just going to write. Lionel’s song.

[13248]Lovely name you have. Can’t write. Accept my little pres. Play on

[13249]her heartstrings pursestrings too. She’s a. I called you naughty boy.

[13250]Still the name: Martha. How strange! Today.

[13251]

[13252]The voice of Lionel returned, weaker but unwearied. It sang again to

[13253]Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to Pat open mouth ear waiting to

[13254]wait. How first he saw that form endearing, how sorrow seemed to part,

[13255]how look, form, word charmed him Gould Lidwell, won Pat Bloom’s heart.

[13256]

[13257]Wish I could see his face, though. Explain better. Why the barber in

[13258]Drago’s always looked my face when I spoke his face in the glass.

[13259]Still hear it better here than in the bar though farther.

[13260]

[13261]—Each graceful look...

[13262]

[13263]First night when first I saw her at Mat Dillon’s in Terenure. Yellow,

[13264]black lace she wore. Musical chairs. We two the last. Fate. After her.

[13265]Fate. Round and round slow. Quick round. We two. All looked. Halt. Down

[13266]she sat. All ousted looked. Lips laughing. Yellow knees.

[13267]

[13268]—Charmed my eye...

[13269]

[13270]Singing. Waiting she sang. I turned her music. Full voice of perfume

[13271]of what perfume does your lilactrees. Bosom I saw, both full, throat

[13272]warbling. First I saw. She thanked me. Why did she me? Fate. Spanishy

[13273]eyes. Under a peartree alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side in

[13274]shadow Dolores shedolores. At me. Luring. Ah, alluring.

[13275]

[13276]—Martha! Ah, Martha!

[13277]

[13278]Quitting all languor Lionel cried in grief, in cry of passion dominant

[13279]to love to return with deepening yet with rising chords of harmony. In

[13280]cry of lionel loneliness that she should know, must martha feel. For

[13281]only her he waited. Where? Here there try there here all try where.

[13282]Somewhere.

[13283]

[13284] —Co-ome, thou lost one!

[13285] Co-ome, thou dear one!

[13286]Alone. One love. One hope. One comfort me. Martha, chestnote, return!

[13287]

[13288]—Come!

[13289]

[13290]It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb

[13291]it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to come, don’t spin it out too

[13292]long long breath he breath long life, soaring high, high resplendent,

[13293]aflame, crowned, high in the effulgence symbolistic, high, of the

[13294]etherial bosom, high, of the high vast irradiation everywhere all

[13295]soaring all around about the all, the endlessnessnessness...

[13296]

[13297]—To me!

[13298]

[13299]Siopold!

[13300]

[13301]Consumed.

[13302]

[13303]Come. Well sung. All clapped. She ought to. Come. To me, to him, to her,

[13304]you too, me, us.

[13305]

[13306]—Bravo! Clapclap. Good man, Simon. Clappyclapclap. Encore!

[13307]Clapclipclap clap. Sound as a bell. Bravo, Simon! Clapclopclap. Encore,

[13308]enclap, said, cried, clapped all, Ben Dollard, Lydia Douce, George

[13309]Lidwell, Pat, Mina Kennedy, two gentlemen with two tankards, Cowley,

[13310]first gent with tank and bronze Miss Douce and gold Miss Mina.

[13311]

[13312]Blazes Boylan’s smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor, said before.

[13313]Jingle by monuments of sir John Gray, Horatio onehandled Nelson,

[13314]reverend father Theobald Mathew, jaunted, as said before just now.

[13315]Atrot, in heat, heatseated. Cloche. Sonnez la. Cloche. Sonnez la. Slower

[13316]the mare went up the hill by the Rotunda, Rutland square. Too slow for

[13317]Boylan, blazes Boylan, impatience Boylan, joggled the mare.

[13318]

[13319]An afterclang of Cowley’s chords closed, died on the air made richer.

[13320]

[13321]And Richie Goulding drank his Power and Leopold Bloom his cider drank,

[13322]Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said they would partake of two

[13323]more tankards if she did not mind. Miss Kennedy smirked, disserving,

[13324]coral lips, at first, at second. She did not mind.

[13325]

[13326]—Seven days in jail, Ben Dollard said, on bread and water. Then

[13327]you’d sing, Simon, like a garden thrush.

[13328]

[13329]Lionel Simon, singer, laughed. Father Bob Cowley played. Mina Kennedy

[13330]served. Second gentleman paid. Tom Kernan strutted in. Lydia, admired,

[13331]admired. But Bloom sang dumb.

[13332]

[13333]Admiring.

[13334]

[13335]Richie, admiring, descanted on that man’s glorious voice. He

[13336]remembered one night long ago. Never forget that night. Si sang ’Twas

[13337]rank and fame: in Ned Lambert’s ’twas. Good God he never heard in

[13338]all his life a note like that he never did then false one we had better

[13339]part so clear so God he never heard since love lives not a clinking

[13340]voice lives not ask Lambert he can tell you too.

[13341]

[13342]Goulding, a flush struggling in his pale, told Mr Bloom, face of the

[13343]night, Si in Ned Lambert’s, Dedalus house, sang ’Twas rank and fame.

[13344]

[13345]He, Mr Bloom, listened while he, Richie Goulding, told him, Mr Bloom, of

[13346]the night he, Richie, heard him, Si Dedalus, sing ’Twas rank and fame

[13347]in his, Ned Lambert’s, house.

[13348]

[13349]Brothers-in-law: relations. We never speak as we pass by. Rift in the

[13350]lute I think. Treats him with scorn. See. He admires him all the more.

[13351]The night Si sang. The human voice, two tiny silky chords, wonderful,

[13352]more than all others.

[13353]

[13354]That voice was a lamentation. Calmer now. It’s in the silence after

[13355]you feel you hear. Vibrations. Now silent air.

[13356]

[13357]Bloom ungyved his crisscrossed hands and with slack fingers plucked the

[13358]slender catgut thong. He drew and plucked. It buzz, it twanged. While

[13359]Goulding talked of Barraclough’s voice production, while Tom Kernan,

[13360]harking back in a retrospective sort of arrangement talked to listening

[13361]Father Cowley, who played a voluntary, who nodded as he played. While

[13362]big Ben Dollard talked with Simon Dedalus, lighting, who nodded as he

[13363]smoked, who smoked.

[13364]

[13365]Thou lost one. All songs on that theme. Yet more Bloom stretched his

[13366]string. Cruel it seems. Let people get fond of each other: lure them on.

[13367]Then tear asunder. Death. Explos. Knock on the head. Outtohelloutofthat.

[13368]Human life. Dignam. Ugh, that rat’s tail wriggling! Five bob I gave.

[13369]Corpus paradisum. Corncrake croaker: belly like a poisoned pup. Gone.

[13370]They sing. Forgotten. I too. And one day she with. Leave her: get

[13371]tired. Suffer then. Snivel. Big spanishy eyes goggling at nothing. Her

[13372]wavyavyeavyheavyeavyevyevyhair un comb:’d.

[13373]

[13374]Yet too much happy bores. He stretched more, more. Are you not happy in

[13375]your? Twang. It snapped.

[13376]

[13377]Jingle into Dorset street.

[13378]

[13379]Miss Douce withdrew her satiny arm, reproachful, pleased.

[13380]

[13381]—Don’t make half so free, said she, till we are better acquainted.

[13382]

[13383]George Lidwell told her really and truly: but she did not believe.

[13384]

[13385]First gentleman told Mina that was so. She asked him was that so. And

[13386]second tankard told her so. That that was so.

[13387]

[13388]Miss Douce, miss Lydia, did not believe: miss Kennedy, Mina, did not

[13389]believe: George Lidwell, no: miss Dou did not: the first, the first:

[13390]gent with the tank: believe, no, no: did not, miss Kenn: Lidlydiawell:

[13391]the tank.

[13392]

[13393]Better write it here. Quills in the postoffice chewed and twisted.

[13394]

[13395]Bald Pat at a sign drew nigh. A pen and ink. He went. A pad. He went. A

[13396]pad to blot. He heard, deaf Pat.

[13397]

[13398]—Yes, Mr Bloom said, teasing the curling catgut line. It certainly is.

[13399]Few lines will do. My present. All that Italian florid music is. Who

[13400]is this wrote? Know the name you know better. Take out sheet notepaper,

[13401]envelope: unconcerned. It’s so characteristic.

[13402]

[13403]—Grandest number in the whole opera, Goulding said.

[13404]

[13405]—It is, Bloom said.

[13406]

[13407]Numbers it is. All music when you come to think. Two multiplied by two

[13408]divided by half is twice one. Vibrations: chords those are. One plus two

[13409]plus six is seven. Do anything you like with figures juggling. Always

[13410]find out this equal to that. Symmetry under a cemetery wall.

[13411]He doesn’t see my mourning. Callous: all for his own gut.

[13412]Musemathematics. And you think you’re listening to the etherial. But

[13413]suppose you said it like: Martha, seven times nine minus x is thirtyfive

[13414]thousand. Fall quite flat. It’s on account of the sounds it is.

[13415]

[13416]Instance he’s playing now. Improvising. Might be what you like, till

[13417]you hear the words. Want to listen sharp. Hard. Begin all right: then

[13418]hear chords a bit off: feel lost a bit. In and out of sacks, over

[13419]barrels, through wirefences, obstacle race. Time makes the tune.

[13420]Question of mood you’re in. Still always nice to hear. Except scales

[13421]up and down, girls learning. Two together nextdoor neighbours. Ought

[13422]to invent dummy pianos for that. Blumenlied I bought for her. The

[13423]name. Playing it slow, a girl, night I came home, the girl. Door of the

[13424]stables near Cecilia street. Milly no taste. Queer because we both, I

[13425]mean.

[13426]

[13427]Bald deaf Pat brought quite flat pad ink. Pat set with ink pen quite

[13428]flat pad. Pat took plate dish knife fork. Pat went.

[13429]

[13430]It was the only language Mr Dedalus said to Ben. He heard them as a

[13431]boy in Ringabella, Crosshaven, Ringabella, singing their barcaroles.

[13432]Queenstown harbour full of Italian ships. Walking, you know, Ben, in the

[13433]moonlight with those earthquake hats. Blending their voices. God, such

[13434]music, Ben. Heard as a boy. Cross Ringabella haven mooncarole.

[13435]

[13436]Sour pipe removed he held a shield of hand beside his lips that cooed a

[13437]moonlight nightcall, clear from anear, a call from afar, replying.

[13438]

[13439]Down the edge of his Freeman baton ranged Bloom’s, your other eye,

[13440]scanning for where did I see that. Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick.

[13441]Heigho! Heigho! Fawcett. Aha! Just I was looking...

[13442]

[13443]Hope he’s not looking, cute as a rat. He held unfurled his Freeman.

[13444]Can’t see now. Remember write Greek ees. Bloom dipped, Bloo mur: dear

[13445]sir. Dear Henry wrote: dear Mady. Got your lett and flow. Hell did I

[13446]put? Some pock or oth. It is utterl imposs. Underline imposs. To write

[13447]today.

[13448]

[13449]Bore this. Bored Bloom tambourined gently with I am just reflecting

[13450]fingers on flat pad Pat brought.

[13451]

[13452]On. Know what I mean. No, change that ee. Accep my poor litt pres

[13453]enclos. Ask her no answ. Hold on. Five Dig. Two about here. Penny the

[13454]gulls. Elijah is com. Seven Davy Byrne’s. Is eight about. Say half a

[13455]crown. My poor little pres: p. o. two and six. Write me a long. Do you

[13456]despise? Jingle, have you the? So excited. Why do you call me naught?

[13457]You naughty too? O, Mairy lost the string of her. Bye for today. Yes,

[13458]yes, will tell you. Want to. To keep it up. Call me that other. Other

[13459]world she wrote. My patience are exhaust. To keep it up. You must

[13460]believe. Believe. The tank. It. Is. True.

[13461]

[13462]Folly am I writing? Husbands don’t. That’s marriage does, their

[13463]wives. Because I’m away from. Suppose. But how? She must. Keep young.

[13464]If she found out. Card in my high grade ha. No, not tell all. Useless

[13465]pain. If they don’t see. Woman. Sauce for the gander.

[13466]

[13467]A hackney car, number three hundred and twentyfour, driver Barton James

[13468]of number one Harmony avenue, Donnybrook, on which sat a fare, a young

[13469]gentleman, stylishly dressed in an indigoblue serge suit made by George

[13470]Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of number five Eden quay, and wearing

[13471]a straw hat very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number one Great

[13472]Brunswick street, hatter. Eh? This is the jingle that joggled and

[13473]jingled. By Dlugacz’ porkshop bright tubes of Agendath trotted a

[13474]gallantbuttocked mare.

[13475]

[13476]—Answering an ad? keen Richie’s eyes asked Bloom.

[13477]

[13478]—Yes, Mr Bloom said. Town traveller. Nothing doing, I expect.

[13479]

[13480]Bloom mur: best references. But Henry wrote: it will excite me. You

[13481]know how. In haste. Henry. Greek ee. Better add postscript. What is he

[13482]playing now? Improvising. Intermezzo. P. S. The rum tum tum. How will

[13483]you pun? You punish me? Crooked skirt swinging, whack by. Tell me I want

[13484]to. Know. O. Course if I didn’t I wouldn’t ask. La la la ree. Trails

[13485]off there sad in minor. Why minor sad? Sign H. They like sad tail at

[13486]end. P. P. S. La la la ree. I feel so sad today. La ree. So lonely. Dee.

[13487]

[13488]He blotted quick on pad of Pat. Envel. Address. Just copy out of paper.

[13489]Murmured: Messrs Callan, Coleman and Co, limited. Henry wrote:

[13490]

[13491] Miss Martha Clifford

[13492] c/o P. O.

[13493] Dolphin’s Barn Lane

[13494] Dublin.

[13495]Blot over the other so he can’t read. There. Right. Idea prize titbit.

[13496]Something detective read off blottingpad. Payment at the rate of guinea

[13497]per col. Matcham often thinks the laughing witch. Poor Mrs Purefoy. U.

[13498]P: up.

[13499]

[13500]Too poetical that about the sad. Music did that. Music hath charms.

[13501]Shakespeare said. Quotations every day in the year. To be or not to be.

[13502]Wisdom while you wait.

[13503]

[13504]In Gerard’s rosery of Fetter lane he walks, greyedauburn. One life is

[13505]all. One body. Do. But do.

[13506]

[13507]Done anyhow. Postal order, stamp. Postoffice lower down. Walk now.

[13508]Enough. Barney Kiernan’s I promised to meet them. Dislike that job.

[13509]House of mourning. Walk. Pat! Doesn’t hear. Deaf beetle he is.

[13510]

[13511]Car near there now. Talk. Talk. Pat! Doesn’t. Settling those napkins.

[13512]Lot of ground he must cover in the day. Paint face behind on him then

[13513]he’d be two. Wish they’d sing more. Keep my mind off.

[13514]

[13515]Bald Pat who is bothered mitred the napkins. Pat is a waiter hard of his

[13516]hearing. Pat is a waiter who waits while you wait. Hee hee hee hee. He

[13517]waits while you wait. Hee hee. A waiter is he. Hee hee hee hee. He waits

[13518]while you wait. While you wait if you wait he will wait while you wait.

[13519]Hee hee hee hee. Hoh. Wait while you wait.

[13520]

[13521]Douce now. Douce Lydia. Bronze and rose.

[13522]

[13523]She had a gorgeous, simply gorgeous, time. And look at the lovely shell

[13524]she brought.

[13525]

[13526]To the end of the bar to him she bore lightly the spiked and winding

[13527]seahorn that he, George Lidwell, solicitor, might hear.

[13528]

[13529]—Listen! she bade him.

[13530]

[13531]Under Tom Kernan’s ginhot words the accompanist wove music slow.

[13532]Authentic fact. How Walter Bapty lost his voice. Well, sir, the husband

[13533]took him by the throat. Scoundrel, said he, You’ll sing no more

[13534]lovesongs. He did, faith, sir Tom. Bob Cowley wove. Tenors get wom.

[13535]Cowley lay back.

[13536]

[13537]Ah, now he heard, she holding it to his ear. Hear! He heard. Wonderful.

[13538]She held it to her own. And through the sifted light pale gold in

[13539]contrast glided. To hear.

[13540]

[13541]Tap.

[13542]

[13543]Bloom through the bardoor saw a shell held at their ears. He heard more

[13544]faintly that that they heard, each for herself alone, then each for

[13545]other, hearing the plash of waves, loudly, a silent roar.

[13546]

[13547]Bronze by a weary gold, anear, afar, they listened.

[13548]

[13549]Her ear too is a shell, the peeping lobe there. Been to the seaside.

[13550]Lovely seaside girls. Skin tanned raw. Should have put on coldcream

[13551]first make it brown. Buttered toast. O and that lotion mustn’t forget.

[13552]Fever near her mouth. Your head it simply. Hair braided over: shell with

[13553]seaweed. Why do they hide their ears with seaweed hair? And Turks the

[13554]mouth, why? Her eyes over the sheet. Yashmak. Find the way in. A cave.

[13555]No admittance except on business.

[13556]

[13557]The sea they think they hear. Singing. A roar. The blood it is. Souse in

[13558]the ear sometimes. Well, it’s a sea. Corpuscle islands.

[13559]

[13560]Wonderful really. So distinct. Again. George Lidwell held its murmur,

[13561]hearing: then laid it by, gently.

[13562]

[13563]—What are the wild waves saying? he asked her, smiled.

[13564]

[13565]Charming, seasmiling and unanswering Lydia on Lidwell smiled.

[13566]

[13567]Tap.

[13568]

[13569]By Larry O’Rourke’s, by Larry, bold Larry O’, Boylan swayed and

[13570]Boylan turned.

[13571]

[13572]From the forsaken shell miss Mina glided to her tankards waiting. No,

[13573]she was not so lonely archly miss Douce’s head let Mr Lidwell know.

[13574]Walks in the moonlight by the sea. No, not alone. With whom? She nobly

[13575]answered: with a gentleman friend.

[13576]

[13577]Bob Cowley’s twinkling fingers in the treble played again. The

[13578]landlord has the prior. A little time. Long John. Big Ben. Lightly he

[13579]played a light bright tinkling measure for tripping ladies, arch and

[13580]smiling, and for their gallants, gentlemen friends. One: one, one, one,

[13581]one, one: two, one, three, four.

[13582]

[13583]Sea, wind, leaves, thunder, waters, cows lowing, the cattlemarket,

[13584]cocks, hens don’t crow, snakes hissss. There’s music everywhere.

[13585]Ruttledge’s door: ee creaking. No, that’s noise. Minuet of Don

[13586]Giovanni he’s playing now. Court dresses of all descriptions in castle

[13587]chambers dancing. Misery. Peasants outside. Green starving faces eating

[13588]dockleaves. Nice that is. Look: look, look, look, look, look: you look

[13589]at us.

[13590]

[13591]That’s joyful I can feel. Never have written it. Why? My joy is other

[13592]joy. But both are joys. Yes, joy it must be. Mere fact of music shows

[13593]you are. Often thought she was in the dumps till she began to lilt. Then

[13594]know.

[13595]

[13596]M’Coy valise. My wife and your wife. Squealing cat. Like tearing silk.

[13597]Tongue when she talks like the clapper of a bellows. They can’t manage

[13598]men’s intervals. Gap in their voices too. Fill me. I’m warm, dark,

[13599]open. Molly in quis est homo: Mercadante. My ear against the wall to

[13600]hear. Want a woman who can deliver the goods.

[13601]

[13602]Jog jig jogged stopped. Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan socks skyblue

[13603]clocks came light to earth.

[13604]

[13605]O, look we are so! Chamber music. Could make a kind of pun on that.

[13606]It is a kind of music I often thought when she. Acoustics that is.

[13607]Tinkling. Empty vessels make most noise. Because the acoustics, the

[13608]resonance changes according as the weight of the water is equal to the

[13609]law of falling water. Like those rhapsodies of Liszt’s, Hungarian,

[13610]gipsyeyed. Pearls. Drops. Rain. Diddleiddle addleaddle ooddleooddle.

[13611]Hissss. Now. Maybe now. Before.

[13612]

[13613]One rapped on a door, one tapped with a knock, did he knock Paul de Kock

[13614]with a loud proud knocker with a cock carracarracarra cock. Cockcock.

[13615]

[13616]Tap.

[13617]

[13618]—Qui sdegno, Ben, said Father Cowley.

[13619]

[13620]—No, Ben, Tom Kernan interfered. The Croppy Boy. Our native Doric.

[13621]

[13622]—Ay do, Ben, Mr Dedalus said. Good men and true.

[13623]

[13624]—Do, do, they begged in one.

[13625]

[13626]I’ll go. Here, Pat, return. Come. He came, he came, he did not stay.

[13627]To me. How much?

[13628]

[13629]—What key? Six sharps?

[13630]

[13631]—F sharp major, Ben Dollard said.

[13632]

[13633]Bob Cowley’s outstretched talons griped the black deepsounding chords.

[13634]

[13635]Must go prince Bloom told Richie prince. No, Richie said. Yes, must.

[13636]Got money somewhere. He’s on for a razzle backache spree. Much? He

[13637]seehears lipspeech. One and nine. Penny for yourself. Here. Give

[13638]him twopence tip. Deaf, bothered. But perhaps he has wife and family

[13639]waiting, waiting Patty come home. Hee hee hee hee. Deaf wait while they

[13640]wait.

[13641]

[13642]But wait. But hear. Chords dark. Lugugugubrious. Low. In a cave of the

[13643]dark middle earth. Embedded ore. Lumpmusic.

[13644]

[13645]The voice of dark age, of unlove, earth’s fatigue made grave approach

[13646]and painful, come from afar, from hoary mountains, called on good men

[13647]and true. The priest he sought. With him would he speak a word.

[13648]

[13649]Tap.

[13650]

[13651]Ben Dollard’s voice. Base barreltone. Doing his level best to say it.

[13652]Croak of vast manless moonless womoonless marsh. Other comedown. Big

[13653]ships’ chandler’s business he did once. Remember: rosiny ropes,

[13654]ships’ lanterns. Failed to the tune of ten thousand pounds. Now in the

[13655]Iveagh home. Cubicle number so and so. Number one Bass did that for him.

[13656]

[13657]The priest’s at home. A false priest’s servant bade him welcome.

[13658]Step in. The holy father. With bows a traitor servant. Curlycues of

[13659]chords.

[13660]

[13661]Ruin them. Wreck their lives. Then build them cubicles to end their days

[13662]in. Hushaby. Lullaby. Die, dog. Little dog, die.

[13663]

[13664]The voice of warning, solemn warning, told them the youth had entered

[13665]a lonely hall, told them how solemn fell his footsteps there, told them

[13666]the gloomy chamber, the vested priest sitting to shrive.

[13667]

[13668]Decent soul. Bit addled now. Thinks he’ll win in Answers, poets’

[13669]picture puzzle. We hand you crisp five pound note. Bird sitting hatching

[13670]in a nest. Lay of the last minstrel he thought it was. See blank tee

[13671]what domestic animal? Tee dash ar most courageous mariner. Good voice he

[13672]has still. No eunuch yet with all his belongings.

[13673]

[13674]Listen. Bloom listened. Richie Goulding listened. And by the door deaf

[13675]Pat, bald Pat, tipped Pat, listened.

[13676]

[13677]The chords harped slower.

[13678]

[13679]The voice of penance and of grief came slow, embellished, tremulous.

[13680]Ben’s contrite beard confessed. in nomine Domini, in God’s name he

[13681]knelt. He beat his hand upon his breast, confessing: mea culpa.

[13682]

[13683]Latin again. That holds them like birdlime. Priest with the communion

[13684]corpus for those women. Chap in the mortuary, coffin or coffey,

[13685]corpusnomine. Wonder where that rat is by now. Scrape.

[13686]

[13687]Tap.

[13688]

[13689]They listened. Tankards and miss Kennedy. George Lidwell, eyelid well

[13690]expressive, fullbusted satin. Kernan. Si.

[13691]

[13692]The sighing voice of sorrow sang. His sins. Since Easter he had cursed

[13693]three times. You bitch’s bast. And once at masstime he had gone to

[13694]play. Once by the churchyard he had passed and for his mother’s rest

[13695]he had not prayed. A boy. A croppy boy.

[13696]

[13697]Bronze, listening, by the beerpull gazed far away. Soulfully. Doesn’t

[13698]half know I’m. Molly great dab at seeing anyone looking.

[13699]

[13700]Bronze gazed far sideways. Mirror there. Is that best side of her face?

[13701]They always know. Knock at the door. Last tip to titivate.

[13702]

[13703]Cockcarracarra.

[13704]

[13705]What do they think when they hear music? Way to catch rattlesnakes.

[13706]Night Michael Gunn gave us the box. Tuning up. Shah of Persia liked

[13707]that best. Remind him of home sweet home. Wiped his nose in curtain too.

[13708]Custom his country perhaps. That’s music too. Not as bad as it sounds.

[13709]Tootling. Brasses braying asses through uptrunks. Doublebasses helpless,

[13710]gashes in their sides. Woodwinds mooing cows. Semigrand open crocodile

[13711]music hath jaws. Woodwind like Goodwin’s name.

[13712]

[13713]She looked fine. Her crocus dress she wore lowcut, belongings on show.

[13714]Clove her breath was always in theatre when she bent to ask a question.

[13715]Told her what Spinoza says in that book of poor papa’s. Hypnotised,

[13716]listening. Eyes like that. She bent. Chap in dresscircle staring down

[13717]into her with his operaglass for all he was worth. Beauty of music you

[13718]must hear twice. Nature woman half a look. God made the country man the

[13719]tune. Met him pike hoses. Philosophy. O rocks!

[13720]

[13721]All gone. All fallen. At the siege of Ross his father, at Gorey all his

[13722]brothers fell. To Wexford, we are the boys of Wexford, he would. Last of

[13723]his name and race.

[13724]

[13725]I too. Last of my race. Milly young student. Well, my fault perhaps. No

[13726]son. Rudy. Too late now. Or if not? If not? If still?

[13727]

[13728]He bore no hate.

[13729]

[13730]Hate. Love. Those are names. Rudy. Soon I am old.

[13731]

[13732]Big Ben his voice unfolded. Great voice Richie Goulding said, a flush

[13733]struggling in his pale, to Bloom soon old. But when was young?

[13734]

[13735]Ireland comes now. My country above the king. She listens. Who fears to

[13736]speak of nineteen four? Time to be shoving. Looked enough.

[13737]

[13738]—Bless me, father, Dollard the croppy cried. Bless me and let me go.

[13739]

[13740]Tap.

[13741]

[13742]Bloom looked, unblessed to go. Got up to kill: on eighteen bob a week.

[13743]Fellows shell out the dibs. Want to keep your weathereye open. Those

[13744]girls, those lovely. By the sad sea waves. Chorusgirl’s romance.

[13745]Letters read out for breach of promise. From Chickabiddy’s owny

[13746]Mumpsypum. Laughter in court. Henry. I never signed it. The lovely name

[13747]you.

[13748]

[13749]Low sank the music, air and words. Then hastened. The false priest

[13750]rustling soldier from his cassock. A yeoman captain. They know it all by

[13751]heart. The thrill they itch for. Yeoman cap.

[13752]

[13753]Tap. Tap.

[13754]

[13755]Thrilled she listened, bending in sympathy to hear.

[13756]

[13757]Blank face. Virgin should say: or fingered only. Write something on it:

[13758]page. If not what becomes of them? Decline, despair. Keeps them young.

[13759]Even admire themselves. See. Play on her. Lip blow. Body of white woman,

[13760]a flute alive. Blow gentle. Loud. Three holes, all women. Goddess I

[13761]didn’t see. They want it. Not too much polite. That’s why he gets

[13762]them. Gold in your pocket, brass in your face. Say something. Make her

[13763]hear. With look to look. Songs without words. Molly, that hurdygurdy

[13764]boy. She knew he meant the monkey was sick. Or because so like the

[13765]Spanish. Understand animals too that way. Solomon did. Gift of nature.

[13766]

[13767]Ventriloquise. My lips closed. Think in my stom. What?

[13768]

[13769]Will? You? I. Want. You. To.

[13770]

[13771]With hoarse rude fury the yeoman cursed, swelling in apoplectic

[13772]bitch’s bastard. A good thought, boy, to come. One hour’s your time

[13773]to live, your last.

[13774]

[13775]Tap. Tap.

[13776]

[13777]Thrill now. Pity they feel. To wipe away a tear for martyrs that want

[13778]to, dying to, die. For all things dying, for all things born. Poor Mrs

[13779]Purefoy. Hope she’s over. Because their wombs.

[13780]

[13781]A liquid of womb of woman eyeball gazed under a fence of lashes, calmly,

[13782]hearing. See real beauty of the eye when she not speaks. On yonder

[13783]river. At each slow satiny heaving bosom’s wave (her heaving embon)

[13784]red rose rose slowly sank red rose. Heartbeats: her breath: breath that

[13785]is life. And all the tiny tiny fernfoils trembled of maidenhair.

[13786]

[13787]But look. The bright stars fade. O rose! Castile. The morn. Ha. Lidwell.

[13788]For him then not for. Infatuated. I like that? See her from here though.

[13789]Popped corks, splashes of beerfroth, stacks of empties.

[13790]

[13791]On the smooth jutting beerpull laid Lydia hand, lightly, plumply, leave

[13792]it to my hands. All lost in pity for croppy. Fro, to: to, fro: over

[13793]the polished knob (she knows his eyes, my eyes, her eyes) her thumb and

[13794]finger passed in pity: passed, reposed and, gently touching, then slid

[13795]so smoothly, slowly down, a cool firm white enamel baton protruding

[13796]through their sliding ring.

[13797]

[13798]With a cock with a carra.

[13799]

[13800]Tap. Tap. Tap.

[13801]

[13802]I hold this house. Amen. He gnashed in fury. Traitors swing.

[13803]

[13804]The chords consented. Very sad thing. But had to be.

[13805]

[13806]Get out before the end. Thanks, that was heavenly. Where’s my hat.

[13807]Pass by her. Can leave that Freeman. Letter I have. Suppose she were

[13808]the? No. Walk, walk, walk. Like Cashel Boylo Connoro Coylo Tisdall

[13809]Maurice Tisntdall Farrell. Waaaaaaalk.

[13810]

[13811]Well, I must be. Are you off? Yrfmstbyes. Blmstup. O’er ryehigh

[13812]blue. Ow. Bloom stood up. Soap feeling rather sticky behind. Must have

[13813]sweated: music. That lotion, remember. Well, so long. High grade. Card

[13814]inside. Yes.

[13815]

[13816]By deaf Pat in the doorway straining ear Bloom passed.

[13817]

[13818]At Geneva barrack that young man died. At Passage was his body laid.

[13819]Dolor! O, he dolores! The voice of the mournful chanter called to

[13820]dolorous prayer.

[13821]

[13822]By rose, by satiny bosom, by the fondling hand, by slops, by empties,

[13823]by popped corks, greeting in going, past eyes and maidenhair, bronze and

[13824]faint gold in deepseashadow, went Bloom, soft Bloom, I feel so lonely

[13825]Bloom.

[13826]

[13827]Tap. Tap. Tap.

[13828]

[13829]Pray for him, prayed the bass of Dollard. You who hear in peace. Breathe

[13830]a prayer, drop a tear, good men, good people. He was the croppy boy.

[13831]

[13832]Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in the Ormond hallway

[13833]heard the growls and roars of bravo, fat backslapping, their boots all

[13834]treading, boots not the boots the boy. General chorus off for a swill to

[13835]wash it down. Glad I avoided.

[13836]

[13837]—Come on, Ben, Simon Dedalus cried. By God, you’re as good as ever

[13838]you were.

[13839]

[13840]—Better, said Tomgin Kernan. Most trenchant rendition of that ballad,

[13841]upon my soul and honour it is.

[13842]

[13843]—Lablache, said Father Cowley.

[13844]

[13845]Ben Dollard bulkily cachuchad towards the bar, mightily praisefed

[13846]and all big roseate, on heavyfooted feet, his gouty fingers nakkering

[13847]castagnettes in the air.

[13848]

[13849]Big Benaben Dollard. Big Benben. Big Benben.

[13850]

[13851]Rrr.

[13852]

[13853]And deepmoved all, Simon trumping compassion from foghorn nose, all

[13854]laughing they brought him forth, Ben Dollard, in right good cheer.

[13855]

[13856]—You’re looking rubicund, George Lidwell said.

[13857]

[13858]Miss Douce composed her rose to wait.

[13859]

[13860]—Ben machree, said Mr Dedalus, clapping Ben’s fat back

[13861]shoulderblade. Fit as a fiddle only he has a lot of adipose tissue

[13862]concealed about his person.

[13863]

[13864]Rrrrrrrsss.

[13865]

[13866]—Fat of death, Simon, Ben Dollard growled.

[13867]

[13868]Richie rift in the lute alone sat: Goulding, Collis, Ward. Uncertainly

[13869]he waited. Unpaid Pat too.

[13870]

[13871]Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

[13872]

[13873]Miss Mina Kennedy brought near her lips to ear of tankard one.

[13874]

[13875]—Mr Dollard, they murmured low.

[13876]

[13877]—Dollard, murmured tankard.

[13878]

[13879]Tank one believed: miss Kenn when she: that doll he was: she doll: the

[13880]tank.

[13881]

[13882]He murmured that he knew the name. The name was familiar to him, that

[13883]is to say. That was to say he had heard the name of. Dollard, was it?

[13884]Dollard, yes.

[13885]

[13886]Yes, her lips said more loudly, Mr Dollard. He sang that song lovely,

[13887]murmured Mina. Mr Dollard. And The last rose of summer was a lovely

[13888]song. Mina loved that song. Tankard loved the song that Mina.

[13889]

[13890]’Tis the last rose of summer dollard left bloom felt wind wound round

[13891]inside.

[13892]

[13893]Gassy thing that cider: binding too. Wait. Postoffice near Reuben J’s

[13894]one and eightpence too. Get shut of it. Dodge round by Greek street.

[13895]Wish I hadn’t promised to meet. Freer in air. Music. Gets on your

[13896]nerves. Beerpull. Her hand that rocks the cradle rules the. Ben Howth.

[13897]That rules the world.

[13898]

[13899]Far. Far. Far. Far.

[13900]

[13901]Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

[13902]

[13903]Up the quay went Lionelleopold, naughty Henry with letter for Mady, with

[13904]sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul with met him pike hoses went Poldy

[13905]on.

[13906]

[13907]Tap blind walked tapping by the tap the curbstone tapping, tap by tap.

[13908]

[13909]Cowley, he stuns himself with it: kind of drunkenness. Better give way

[13910]only half way the way of a man with a maid. Instance enthusiasts. All

[13911]ears. Not lose a demisemiquaver. Eyes shut. Head nodding in time. Dotty.

[13912]You daren’t budge. Thinking strictly prohibited. Always talking shop.

[13913]Fiddlefaddle about notes.

[13914]

[13915]All a kind of attempt to talk. Unpleasant when it stops because you

[13916]never know exac. Organ in Gardiner street. Old Glynn fifty quid a year.

[13917]Queer up there in the cockloft, alone, with stops and locks and keys.

[13918]Seated all day at the organ. Maunder on for hours, talking to himself or

[13919]the other fellow blowing the bellows. Growl angry, then shriek cursing

[13920](want to have wadding or something in his no don’t she cried), then

[13921]all of a soft sudden wee little wee little pipy wind.

[13922]

[13923]Pwee! A wee little wind piped eeee. In Bloom’s little wee.

[13924]

[13925]—Was he? Mr Dedalus said, returning with fetched pipe. I was with him

[13926]this morning at poor little Paddy Dignam’s...

[13927]

[13928]—Ay, the Lord have mercy on him.

[13929]

[13930]—By the bye there’s a tuningfork in there on the...

[13931]

[13932]Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

[13933]

[13934]—The wife has a fine voice. Or had. What? Lidwell asked.

[13935]

[13936]—O, that must be the tuner, Lydia said to Simonlionel first I saw,

[13937]forgot it when he was here.

[13938]

[13939]Blind he was she told George Lidwell second I saw. And played so

[13940]exquisitely, treat to hear. Exquisite contrast: bronzelid, minagold.

[13941]

[13942]—Shout! Ben Dollard shouted, pouring. Sing out!

[13943]

[13944]—’lldo! cried Father Cowley.

[13945]

[13946]Rrrrrr.

[13947]

[13948]I feel I want...

[13949]

[13950]Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap

[13951]

[13952]—Very, Mr Dedalus said, staring hard at a headless sardine.

[13953]

[13954]Under the sandwichbell lay on a bier of bread one last, one lonely, last

[13955]sardine of summer. Bloom alone.

[13956]

[13957]—Very, he stared. The lower register, for choice.

[13958]

[13959]Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

[13960]

[13961]Bloom went by Barry’s. Wish I could. Wait. That wonderworker if I had.

[13962]Twentyfour solicitors in that one house. Counted them. Litigation. Love

[13963]one another. Piles of parchment. Messrs Pick and Pocket have power of

[13964]attorney. Goulding, Collis, Ward.

[13965]

[13966]But for example the chap that wallops the big drum. His vocation: Mickey

[13967]Rooney’s band. Wonder how it first struck him. Sitting at home after

[13968]pig’s cheek and cabbage nursing it in the armchair. Rehearsing his

[13969]band part. Pom. Pompedy. Jolly for the wife. Asses’ skins. Welt them

[13970]through life, then wallop after death. Pom. Wallop. Seems to be what you

[13971]call yashmak or I mean kismet. Fate.

[13972]

[13973]Tap. Tap. A stripling, blind, with a tapping cane came taptaptapping by

[13974]Daly’s window where a mermaid hair all streaming (but he couldn’t

[13975]see) blew whiffs of a mermaid (blind couldn’t), mermaid, coolest whiff

[13976]of all.

[13977]

[13978]Instruments. A blade of grass, shell of her hands, then blow. Even

[13979]comb and tissuepaper you can knock a tune out of. Molly in her shift in

[13980]Lombard street west, hair down. I suppose each kind of trade made its

[13981]own, don’t you see? Hunter with a horn. Haw. Have you the? Cloche.

[13982]Sonnez la. Shepherd his pipe. Pwee little wee. Policeman a whistle.

[13983]Locks and keys! Sweep! Four o’clock’s all’s well! Sleep! All is

[13984]lost now. Drum? Pompedy. Wait. I know. Towncrier, bumbailiff. Long John.

[13985]Waken the dead. Pom. Dignam. Poor little nominedomine. Pom. It is music.

[13986]I mean of course it’s all pom pom pom very much what they call da

[13987]capo. Still you can hear. As we march, we march along, march along. Pom.

[13988]

[13989]I must really. Fff. Now if I did that at a banquet. Just a question of

[13990]custom shah of Persia. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear. All the same

[13991]he must have been a bit of a natural not to see it was a yeoman cap.

[13992]Muffled up. Wonder who was that chap at the grave in the brown macin. O,

[13993]the whore of the lane!

[13994]

[13995]A frowsy whore with black straw sailor hat askew came glazily in the day

[13996]along the quay towards Mr Bloom. When first he saw that form endearing?

[13997]Yes, it is. I feel so lonely. Wet night in the lane. Horn. Who had

[13998]the? Heehaw shesaw. Off her beat here. What is she? Hope she. Psst! Any

[13999]chance of your wash. Knew Molly. Had me decked. Stout lady does be with

[14000]you in the brown costume. Put you off your stroke, that. Appointment we

[14001]made knowing we’d never, well hardly ever. Too dear too near to home

[14002]sweet home. Sees me, does she? Looks a fright in the day. Face like dip.

[14003]Damn her. O, well, she has to live like the rest. Look in here.

[14004]

[14005]In Lionel Marks’s antique saleshop window haughty Henry Lionel

[14006]Leopold dear Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom envisaged battered

[14007]candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags. Bargain: six bob. Might

[14008]learn to play. Cheap. Let her pass. Course everything is dear if you

[14009]don’t want it. That’s what good salesman is. Make you buy what he

[14010]wants to sell. Chap sold me the Swedish razor he shaved me with. Wanted

[14011]to charge me for the edge he gave it. She’s passing now. Six bob.

[14012]

[14013]Must be the cider or perhaps the burgund.

[14014]

[14015]Near bronze from anear near gold from afar they chinked their clinking

[14016]glasses all, brighteyed and gallant, before bronze Lydia’s tempting

[14017]last rose of summer, rose of Castile. First Lid, De, Cow, Ker, Doll, a

[14018]fifth: Lidwell, Si Dedalus, Bob Cowley, Kernan and big Ben Dollard.

[14019]

[14020]Tap. A youth entered a lonely Ormond hall.

[14021]

[14022]Bloom viewed a gallant pictured hero in Lionel Marks’s window. Robert

[14023]Emmet’s last words. Seven last words. Of Meyerbeer that is.

[14024]

[14025]—True men like you men.

[14026]

[14027]—Ay, ay, Ben.

[14028]

[14029]—Will lift your glass with us.

[14030]

[14031]They lifted.

[14032]

[14033]Tschink. Tschunk.

[14034]

[14035]Tip. An unseeing stripling stood in the door. He saw not bronze. He saw

[14036]not gold. Nor Ben nor Bob nor Tom nor Si nor George nor tanks nor Richie

[14037]nor Pat. Hee hee hee hee. He did not see.

[14038]

[14039]Seabloom, greaseabloom viewed last words. Softly. When my country takes

[14040]her place among.

[14041]

[14042]Prrprr.

[14043]

[14044]Must be the bur.

[14045]

[14046]Fff! Oo. Rrpr.

[14047]

[14048]Nations of the earth. No-one behind. She’s passed. Then and not till

[14049]then. Tram kran kran kran. Good oppor. Coming. Krandlkrankran. I’m

[14050]sure it’s the burgund. Yes. One, two. Let my epitaph be. Kraaaaaa.

[14051]Written. I have.

[14052]

[14053]Pprrpffrrppffff.

[14054]

[14055]Done.

[14056]

[14057]

[14058]

[14059]

[14060]

[14061]

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11. Sirens